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(This roll is for Fallon.)

Sailor Ares was not ******** around. No amount of freezing a** snow or flaming youma were going to stop her. She cartwheeled over tables, twisted around fighting pairs, shoved where she had to, and landed, more or less, in the vicinity of the Crystal. There was no great flourish, no dipping of heads, no triumphant cry. She simply made a grab for the crystal, feeling the potential might it could give her rippling in her arms.



A lot of things happened at once.

One scan of the room took all thoughts of the crystal away from the senshi of sand. He saw Castor. He saw Castor with a hand in his chest. He saw that hand attached to General Linarite, the very Negaverse agent that he had been scouring the city for.

And he saw those ******** kissing.

There was no thinking. Taranis screamed and barreled at Linarite, knocking her away before she could kill another person he cared about. He tried to pursue her, but she evaded him.

And then he turned around just in time to high-five Uranophane with his chest.

It was not a good hug.



Bo remained in the closet. He squinted his eyes and transformed into Sailor Neso, put one hand on the doorknob...

And then went back to crouching on the floor.

Was he in a fancy suit? Not really. There to be social? Again, nope. He had gone because his neighbor had made him - and then he was ditched when Shawn saw a pretty girl to harass and then go get kicked out over. So, Sheldon lingered neat the food table, trying various foods that he could not identify.

Which wasn't the best of ideas, as one weird fish looking thing totally didn't agree with him. Which prompted him to go find one of the fancy bathrooms that only something like a Grand Ballroom could provide. Which was then when all hell broke lose; with things on fire, crystals bouncing everywhere and battles galore. Sheldon missed the start and the majority of it, doing his business in the bathroom...

... and taking the opportunity to take a nice cigarette break in the luxury of something that did not resemble his own bathroom at home. But it was cut short with the wild screams and the crazy that was obvious outside the walls and would most likely find its way to him. He, for some reason, peeked his head finally out the door of the nice quiet place to the onslaught.

Senshi and Negaverse agents everywhere, though most seemed to be gathered around what looked like a coffin. He had only seen a few recently, so the sheer number here boggled his mind and made him drop his cigarette. "Sweet six pound eight ounce baby jesus...." he muttered, just staring.

That punch was satisfying. It was terribly satisfying, but for Uranophane it wasn't quite enough. The amount of damage she had done had not yet quite equaled the amount of unfiltered rage running through her veins.

So -- as soon as the punch landed, her gloved hand bunched into the fabric at his chest -- and using all the strength she possessed as a Captain of the Negaverse, she lifted Taranis up off the ground and hurled him away from the coffin with another snarl.

That done, she tried to violence her way to where the Crystal was.

Hestia looked down, flushing a bit, "Since Mr. Lee said we couldn't take any home..." she gave Mr. Bitey a guilty look. But she was sure that Miss Mindy's father would never even realize they had kept him! "...I had the extras dumped into the fountain." She had left them a large side of beef and even put a small Free to Good Home sign beside it.

She paused, stepping politely out of the way of something or someone running by that was on fire. Picking up the fish tank (don't want it getting kicked over!) she decided to ask, "Do you have any orders, Miss?"

This looked like an excellent opportunity to hit something! The fish in her arms bobbed up and down, one eye focused on the action going on at the coffin.

Target Locked

Fire.

Getting hit by Uranophane hurt like a b***h, this much was certain. Taranis took the blow full force, skidding across the ground for a few feet after he landed. Any other day, any other place, and he would have pursued her.

But Linarite was in the room.
Linarite, who needed to die.

Cursing and stumbling, Taranis eyed the blue-haired Nega, swelled his hands around him, and shouted, "Taranis Mud Blast!" The ball twirled over his fingertips and he sent it rocketing off toward her. He really didn't care if he hit an ally. He really didn't care about anything but getting his hands around her throat.

The ball sailed ahead of him, but Taranis was chasing fast after it. He shouted, "COME FACE ME, YOU ******** b***h." It was unclear who he was talking to.

...but probably the girl who the ball was flying at.

Requiem watched in horror as Sailor Neso burst out of the closet. 'That is not how you don't call attention to yourself, a*****e,' she thought. She shut the door again and sat down on the ground, crying. This night was the night from hell! She covered her face. She needed to get a better grip, she needed to get a hold of herself. This whole Sailor Requiem thing was causing nothing but trouble for her. She focused and powered down.

It was now Devorah Gellner who sat in the dark empty closet crying. And she wasn't sure if she ever wanted to leave this quiet solace from all the chaos outside.

No.

If someone was going to fight the General it was him and not a rage fueled super. Castor grabbed the back of Taranis's shirt. "Back off Taranis" His voice was laced with venom. "She's MINE." The eternal wasn't going to let his friend get himself killed. More so, he wasn't go to let anyone kill the woman he still held some twisted form of love for.